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RUFUS  ANDERSON,  D,  D„ 


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MRS,  ANN  H,  JUDSON, 


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BRADFORD  ACADEMY, 


MARCH  26,  1884. 


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On  Wednesday,  March  26th,  1884,  the  portraits  of 
Dr.  Anderson,  Mrs.  Newell  and  Mrs.  Jndson  were  for¬ 
mally  presented  to  Bradford  Academy.  The  occasion 
called  together  a  large  audience,  including  many  distin¬ 
guished  friends  of  the  school  from  Boston  and  other 
leading  cities  and  towns  in  New  England.  The  portrait 
of  Dr.  Anderson,  who  was  for  many  years  President  of 
the  Board  of  Trustees,  was  the  gift  of  Mr.  Elbridge  G. 
Wood  and  Mr.  John  L.  Hobson  of  Haverhill.  Mrs. 
Judson’s  portrait  was  given  by  the  pupils  of  the  Acade¬ 
my  for  the  year  1883.  The  portrait  of  Harriet  Aewell 
was  given  by  Mrs.  Mary  F.  Ames  of  Haverhill,  in  behalf 
of  the  Centre  Congregational  Church  in  that  city. 

The  artist  who  produced  these  faithful  delineations  of 
the  faces  of  these  distinguished  characters,  whose  fame 
has  added  dignity  to  the  Academy  was  Miss  Jane  E. 
Bartlett  of  Boston,  and  by  the  power  of  her  art  she  has 
won  high  praise  from  all  who  have  had  the  pleasure  of 
examining  her  work.  The  exercises  attending  the 
presentation  commenced  at  11  o’clock  A.  M.,  and  pro¬ 
ceeded  in  the  following  order. 

I.  PRAYER  by  Dr.  N.  G.  Clark,  Secretary  of  the  American  Board. 

II.  CHANT — Gloria  in  Excelsis.  School. 

III.  PRESENTATION  of  Dr.  Anderson’s  portrait  by  Rev.  R.  II.  Seeley,  D. 

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Tliere  are  some  duties  from  which  one  may  shrink,  though  it  is  very 
pleasant  to  perform  them.  Such  a  duty  is  that  now  before  me.  I 
call  it  a  “duty,”  because  I  perform  it  at  the  request  of  two  of  my  re¬ 
spected  parishioners,*  whose  wish,  (in  such  a  matter,)  has,  forme,  the 
force  of  law. 

As  all  present  are  aware,  my  part  in  these  exercises,  is  the  pres¬ 
entation  (on  behalf  of  the  gentlemen  referred  to,)  of  this  beautiful 
portrait  of  the  Rev.  Dr.  Rufus  Anderson,  to  the  Trustees  of  this 
Academy,  hencelorth  to  occupy  a  prominent  position  in  this  spacious 
and  elegant  chapel. 

I  shrink  from  the  service,  because  it  could  be  performed  so  much 
more  happily  and  profitably  by  others  ;  and  I  am  pleased  to  perform 
it,  because,  in  the  circumstances,  the  placing  of  this  picture  on  its 
walls,  is  a  high  honor  to  this  Academy,  and  is  a  fitting  tribute  of 
respect  to  him  who  was  once  a  pupil,  and  of  late  its  President. 
It  is  also  a  happy  coincidence  that  the  Institution  is  located  in  this 
good  old  town  of  Bradford,  in  which  the  American  Board  of  Com¬ 
missioners  for  Foreign  Missions  was  formed,  at  a  meeting  of  the 
Massachusetts  General  Conference,  in  June,  1813. 

The  Rev.  Dr.  Anderson  was  born  Aug.  17th,  1796,  at  North  Yar¬ 
mouth,  Ale.,  where  his  father,  whose  name  he  bore,  was  pastor  of  the 
2nd  Cong’l  Church.  In  1805,  his  father  removed  from  North  Yarmouth 
and  became  pastor  of  the  Cong’l  Church  at  Wenham  ;  and,  as  Bradford 
Academy  was  then  a  school  for  both  sexes,  the  young  Anderson  be¬ 
came  one  of  its  pupils.  Fie  entered  Bowdoin  College,  (of  which  his 
father  was  a  Trustee,)  in  1814.  By  the  students  he  was  chosen 
President  of  the  leading  Literary  Society,  the  highest  honor  they 
could  give  him  ;  and  alter  sustaining  a  high  rank  in  his  class,  he 
graduated  in  1818. 

His  father,  like  some  other  ministers  of  the  Congregational  Churches, 
had  become  deeply  interested  in  the  unevangelized  nations ;  and  the 
son,  (being  somewhat  imbued  with  his  father’s  sentiments,)  chose  for 

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his  graduating  oration,  the  almost  prophetic  theme,  “The  probable 

IMPROVEMENT  OF  THE  WORLD  ”* 

He  then  entered  Andover  Seminary,  where  circumstances  gave 
shape  to  his  future  career.  He  here  became  especially  intimate  with 
William  Goodell  and  Daniel  Temple,  two  men  who,  like  himself  sub¬ 
sequently  were  distinguished  for  their  labors  in  the  cause  of  missions. f 

When  he  had  completed  his  second  seminary  year,  he  was  invited 
by  Mr.  Jeremiah  Evarts,  Corresponding  Secretary  and  Treasurer  of 
the  American  Board,  to  assist  him  for  a  time  in  the  missionary  rooms 
in  Boston,  and  he  spent  the  vacation  in  so  doing. 

While  in  the  midst  of  his  studies  of  the  third  year,  he  received  and 
accepted  a  similar  invitation  ;  and  as  Mr.  Evarts  had  to  go  south  on 
account  of  his  health,  the  Secretary’s  duties  fell  upon  Mr.  Anderson, 
who,  nevertheless,  after  Mr.  Evarts’  return,  went  back  to  Andover 
and  graduated  with  his  class  when  he  was  26  years  of  age.  He  now 
was  appointed  Assistant  Secretary  of  the  Board,  and  ten  years  sub¬ 
sequently  became  its  Corresponding  Secretary.  This  latter  office  he 
continued  to  hold  for  34  years,  when,  after  44  years  of  continuous  ser¬ 
vice,  he  concluded  that  the  labors  of  his  office  should  fall  into  younger 
and  more  vigorous  hands. 

He  did  not  withdraw  entirely  from  the  cause  which,  for  so  long 
a  time,  had  been  the  object  of  his  thoughts,  cares  and  anxieties,  but 
occupied  his  closing  years  chiefly  in  occasional  lectures,  especially  to 
young  men  in  Theological  Seminaries,  in  writing  histories  of  mis¬ 
sions  (for  which  no  one  was  better  qualified)  and  in  other  literary 
work  on  behalf  of  the  Board. 

During  these  latter  years,  he  was  invited  to  take  the  Presidency  of 
Bradford  Academy,  and  from  his  knowledge  of  its  early  and  subse- 

*A  graduating  oration  on  a  kindred  theme  had  been  delivered  by  Rev.  Sam¬ 
uel  Nott  at  Union  College  in  1811,  and  Mr.  Nott  preached  the  first  Missionary 
Sermon  that  same  year  at  Worcester.  He  was  also  one  of  the  first  missionaries 
to  India,  whither  he  went  in  Feb.,  1812. 

f  We  learn  from  a  manuscript  sketch  of  Dr.  Anderson,  by  Rev.  Dr.  Dorus 
Clarke,  that  there  was  “at  that  time  in  the  Seminary,  a  galaxy  of  foreign  mis¬ 
sionaries  of  greater  number  and  splendor  than  perhaps  has  ever  graced  that 
beautiful  hill,  before  or  since.  Among  them,  were  such  men  as  Jonas  King, 
Hiram  Bingham,  Asa  Thurston,  Daniel  Temple,  William  Goodell,  Isaac  Bird, 
and  William  Richards. 

Dr.  Clark  also  informs  us  that  “for  some  time  during  his  residence  at  An¬ 
dover,  Dr.  Anderson  very  seriously  entertained  the  idea  of  devoting  himself 
personally  to  the  work  of  foreign  missions,  as  a  missionary  in  some  foreign 
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quent  connection  with  the  cause  of  missions,  and  witli  the  desire  to 
promote  more  intimate  relations  between  this  institution  and  the 
great  cause  which  lay  so  near  his  heart,  he  accepted;  and  to  his  in¬ 
fluence  in  connection  with  that  of  other  open  handed  and  large  heart¬ 
ed  friends  of  this  school  is  to  be  attributed  the  uprearing  of  these 
wmlls,  the  dedication  of  the  building,  free  from  debt  and  the  devel¬ 
opment  of  its  scholastic  character  till  it  stands  one  of  the  foremost 
seminaries  for  young  ladies  in  all  the  land. 

Such  is  a  simple  statement  of  the  facts  in  his  career.  If  we  con¬ 
sider  the  peculiar  nature  of  his  life  work,  its  aims,  its  extent,  the 
manner  of  its  performance  and  the  spirit  with  which  he  pursued  it, 
we  shall  be  convinced  that  he  occupied  a  place  among  the  foremost 
minds  of  his  day  and  generation. 

Like  the  statesman,  it  was  his  aim  to  act  on  his  fellow  men  in  such 
a  manner  as  to  improve  their  condition  and  their  prospects.  Like  the 
best  statesmen  he  rose  above  personal  ambition  and  selfishness  of  every 
kind  and  degree.  While  the  true  statesman  contemplates  the  welfare 
ofliis  entire  people,  occasionally  some  measure  which  he  advocates, 
projects  its  benificent  influence  beyond  the  boundaries  of  his  own  land. 
But  no  mere  statesman,  not  even  the  greatest,  ever  imagined  it  to  be 
his  proper  aim  to  attempt  the  improvement  of  the  entire  human  race. 
It  was  reserved  for  those  who  sustain  and  those  who  manage  the  af¬ 
fairs  of  the  great  missionary  societies  to  adopt  this  aim,  and  into  this 
work,  which  contemplates  the  intellectual,  moral  and  religious  im¬ 
provement  of  all  nations,  all  tribes,  all  of  human  kind, — it  was  the 
lot  of  our  noble  friend  to  enter. 

When  he  became  Assistant  Secretary  of  the  American  Board  in 
1822,  it  had  but  7  missions,  the  oldest  of  them  having  been  estab¬ 
lished  but  eight  years.  It  had  but  24  ordained  missionaries,  and  the 
receipts  for  the  year  were  but  sixty-one  thousand  (61,000)  dollars. 
During  Dr.  Anderson’s  secretaryship,  the  seven  missions  increased 
to  twenty,  embracing  one  hundred  stations,  and  two  hundred  and 
forty  out-stations,  occupied  by  native  helpers.  A  native  ministry 
(which  was  first  called  into  the  service  four  years  after  he  became 
Assistant  Secretary)  numbered  at  his  resignation  more  than  three 
hundred,  of  whom,  more  than  sixty  were  pastors  of  churches.  The 
mission  churches  numbered  almost  two  hundred,  and  more  than  sixty 
thousand  members  had  been  received  into  these  churches. 


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to  five  hundred  and  thirty- four  thousand  dollars  per  annum,  when  he 
resigned. 

This  however,  is  but  a  partial  statement  of  what  had  been  done. 
When  he  took  the  Secretary’s  office,  the  greater  part  of  the  heathen 
world,  such  as  Western  Asia,  India,  Burmah,  China  with  their  six 
hundred  millions  of  souls  were  closed  against  missionary  operations, 
but  when  he' withdrew  from  office  they  were  all  accessible  to  the  gospel. 
An  immense  preparation  had  also  been  made  for  the  spiritual  con¬ 
quest  of  those  countries  in  the  knowledge  gained  of  their  pop¬ 
ulations  and  their  languages,  in  the  materials  made  ready  for  the  war¬ 
fare,  in  the  varied  missionary  organizations,  in  the  skill  and  confidence 
which  had  been  gained,  and  which  are  so  needful  in  the  conflict,  and 
in  the  apprehension  which  so  generally  exists  among  the  heathen 
themselves,  that  the  missions  are  to  be  successful. 

Such  had  been  the  progress  of  the  American  Board  and  other 
missionary  societies,  that  Dr.  Anderson  at  his  resignation  expressed 
himself  as  follows  :  “Never  have  I  had  stronger  assurance  than  now 
of  the  ultimate  triumph  of  the  missionary  cause.  Its  progress  seems 
to  me  to  be  as  certain  as  that  of  trade,  or  knowledge,  or  freedom  of 
thought  and  action.  With  the  world  open  to  evangelical  effort  as  it 
never  was  before,  the  truly  evangelical  churches  will  be  less  and  less 
able  to  disregard  the  spiritually  benighted  nations.” 

Such  is  his  story,  and  it  is  not  too  much  to  say  that,  considered  in 
the  highest  and  broadest  sense,  he  occupies  a  lofty  and  honorable 
position  among  the  most  distinguished  men  whose  names  grace  our 
national  history.  Best  of  all,  he  did  not  seek,  and  apparently  did 
not  think  of  gaining  honor  or  fame,  but  solely  *of  promoting  the  good 
of  mankind  and  the  glory  of  God. 

It  is  well  therefore  that  his  portrait  should  be  placed  in  this  hall, 
that  those  who  shall  successively  occupy  these  seats,  as  the  years 
roll  by,  may  be  reminded  of  the  man,  of  the  great  ends  he  sought  in 
life — of  the  manner  in  which  he  achieved  them — of  his  relations  to 
and  interest  in  this  institution,  and  of  his  desire  that  its  members 
should  intelligently  and  heartily  identify  themselves  with  the  cause 
to  which  his  life  was  devoted — a  cause  which  in  the  grandeur  of  its 
ideas,  in  the  comprehensiveness  of  its  aims,  and  in  the  radical  and 
blessed  nature  of  its  effects,  is  the  sublimest  movement  on  the  face  of 
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Crowell,  M.  D.,  of  Haverhill. 

ADDRESS  OF  DR,  CROWELL 


“When’er  a  noble  deed  is  wrought, 

When’er  is  spoken  a  noble  thought, 

Our  souls  in  glad  surprise 
To  higher  levels  rise.’’ 

And  our  souls  today,  Mr.  President,  rise  to  higher  levels  under  the 
inspiration  of  this  sentiment  of  the  poet.  Seventy-two  years  ago,  in 
the  little  village  of  Haverhill,  on  the  other  side  of  the  Merrimac,  a 
beautiful  young  woman,  nineteen  years  of  age,  consecrated  her  life 
to  the  work  offoreign  missions.  This  determination  so  full  of  novelty, 
so  tinged  with  the  ideal  of  romantic  adventure,  was  a  mystery  to  her 
youthful  companions,  and  many  of  the  savants  of  the  village  shook 
their  heads  in  grave  doubt  as  to  the  results  of  an  enterprise  that 
promised  so  little.  But  Harriet  Atwood  had  made  up  her  mind  to 
a  high  resolve.  When  she  gave  her  life  to  the  service  of  Christ  in 
her  conversion,  it  was  no  unmeaning  ceremon}".  It  meant  anything 
and  anywhere  with  the  Divine  Master  for  a  leader,  and  He  who 
came  not  to  be  ministered  unto,  but  to  minister,  and  to  give  his  life, 
was  to  her  a  complete  pattern  and  guide. 

In  the  ancestral  home,  and  in  the  village  church  in  Haverhill,  she 
had  learned  the  story  of  the  cross.  From  that  little  band  of  devout 
and  earnest  men,  gathered  in  the  old  meeting  house  at  the  foot  of 
this  hill  she  heard  the  cry  of  distress  from  far  off  lands  ;  from  the 
pious  teachers  of  this  time-honored  Academy,  she  imbibed  the  mis¬ 
sionary  spirit ;  her  purpose  became  strengthened,  she  joined  her  life 
with  the  life  of  Samuel  Newell,  and  henceforth  Harriet  Newell  stands 
before  the  world  as  one  of  the  pioneers  in  the  work  of  American  for¬ 
eign  missions. 

Companion-saint  with  her,  who  shares  with  thee, 

The  Christian  wreath  of  immortality  ! 

Among  her  private  papers  we  find  the  following  record,  bearing 
date  Aug  2J,  1809  :  “When  I  entered  My  thirteenth  year,  1  was 
sent  by  my  parents  to  the  Academy  at  Bradford.  A  revival  of  re¬ 
ligion  commenced  in  the  neighborhood,  which  in  a  short  time  spread 
into  the  school.  A  large  number  of  the  young  ladies  were  anxiously 
inquiring  what  they  should  do  to  inherit  eternal  life.  I  began  to  in- 


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to  the  concerns  of  my  immortal  soul.  My  convictions  were  not  as 
pungent  and  distressing  as  many  have  had,  but  they  were  of  long 
continuance  It  was  more  than  three  months  before  I  was  brought 
to  cast  my  soul  on  the  Saviour  of  sinners,  and  rely  on  Him  for  salva¬ 
tion.  The  ecstasies  which  many  new  born  souls  possess  were  not 
mine,  but  I  was  filled  with  a  sweet  peace,  a  heavenly  calmness,  which 
I  never  can  describe.  The  character  of  Jesus  appeared  infinitely 
lovely,  and  I  could  say  with  the  Psalmist,  ‘Whom  have  I  in  heaven 
but  Thee,  and  there  is  none  on  earth  I  desire  but  Thee. 7,7 

Under  date  of  March  1,  1811,  occurs  this  “Devotion,77  breathing 
the  spirit  of  St.  Augustine  :  “Father  of  lights,  it  is  the  office  of  Thy 
spirit  to  create  holy  exercises  in  the  hearts  of  Thy  creatures.  Oh, 
may  I  enter  upon  this  month  with  renewed  resolutions  to  devote  my¬ 
self  exclusively  to  Thee,  that  at  its  close  I  may  not  sigh  over  mis¬ 
spent  hours.77 

And  after  she  had  decided  to  give  her  life  to  the  work  of  foreign 
missions,  in  a  letter  to  an  intimate  friend,  just  before  she  left  her  na¬ 
tive  land  forever,  she  writes  :  “The  glorious  morn  of  the  millennium 
hastens.  With  an  eye  of  faith  we  pass  the  mountains  that  now  ob- 

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struct  the  universal  spread  of  the  gospel,  and  behold  with  joy  un¬ 
speakable  the  beginning  of  a  cloudless  day,  the  reign  of  peace  and 
love.  Shall  we  be  content  to  live  indolent,  inactive  lives,  and  not 
assist  in  the  great  revolution  about  to  be  effected  in  this  world  of  sin  ? 
Let  worldly  ease  be  sacrificed  ;  let  a  life  of  self  denial  and  hardships 
be  welcome  to  us,  if  the  cause  of  God  may  thereby  be  most  promoted 
and  sinners  most  likely  to  be  saved.77 

Short,  indeed,  was  her  career.  Within  a  twelvemonth  she  fell  a 
victim  to  disease,  and  after  many  severe  hardships,  and  much  suffer¬ 
ing,  she  found  a  grave  in  the  distant  Isle  of  France,  before  the  work 
of  her  mission  was  hardly  begun.  From  a  worldly  standpoint,  her 
career  would  be  accounted  a  failure.  But,  oh,  what  an  impulse  did 
her  sweet  young  life  give  to  the  great  cause  ol  Christian  missions  ! 
How  did  her  example  inspire  faith  and  courage  in  many  timid  and 
doubting  souls  !  How  has  her  name  come  down  through  the  genera¬ 
tions  as  a  talisman  to  every  heroic  Christian  heart!  How,  under  its 
glowing  beauty,  has  woman  given  up  the  allurements  of  home  and 
friends  and  joined  the  noble  army  whose  banners  now  stream  in  ev- 


ery  clime  !  Such  a  life  is  not  in  vain.  It  is  perpetuated  in  a  long 
line  of  faithful  followers,  whose  paths  “shine  more  and  more  unto  the 
perfect  day.” 

We  have  before  us  to-day,  a  touching  illustration  of  the  power  of 
this  young  life  in  moulding  and  shaping  Christian  character.  When 
the  memoirs  of  Harriet  Newell  were  published,  shortly  after  her 
death,  they  fell  into  the  hands  of  a  young  girl  who  was  deeply  im¬ 
pressed  by  the  example  of  sacrifice  and  self-consecration  set  forth  in 
the  little  volume.  Her  life,  too.  was  consecrated  to  the  blessed  work 
of  ministration,  presenting  to  us,  in  beautiful  symmetry,  the  dignity 
of  true  womanhood.  This  little  book  was  fondly  cherished  by  this 
devout  wonian,  who,  as  the  wife  of  the  late  Dr  Dorns  Clarke,  became 
eminent  in  that  faithful  band  of  Christian  workers  whose  praise  is  in 
all  the  churches  Her  daughter,  Mrs.  Hammond,  of  Boston,  presents 
this  precious  souvenir  to  the  library  of  this  Academy,  to  be  preserved 
among  its  choice  treasures. 

It  is  most  fitting  that  Bradford  Academy  should  recognize  such  a 
character  as  that  of  Harriet  Newell,  for  it  is  but  an  outgrowth  of  the 
system  of  instruction  that  has  marked  the  history  of  this  school  from 
its  earliest  inception  to  the  present  time.  It  is  here  that  the  great 
lesson  of  ministration  and  sacrifice  has  been  persistently  and  faithful¬ 
ly  taught.  It  is  here  where  pious  teachers  have  given  a  divine  im¬ 
pulse  to  many  a  youthful  heart  that  has  borne  the  fruit  of  a  noble  life, 
not  only  in  the  high  places  of  the  world,  but  also 

“In  the  calm  and  quiet  ways 
Of  unobtrusive  goodness  known.” 

And  so,  Mr.  President,  this  graceful  memorial  which  we  present 
here  to-day,  has  been  furnished  by  one  whose  interest  in  this  school 
has  been  unremitting ;  whose  early  life  came  under  the  influence  of 
its  instruction,  and  whose  services  in  later  years  as  a  member  of  the 
board  of  visitors  have  been  highly  valued  by  the  Trustees.  She  gives 
it  to  this  school  in  behalf  of  the  Center  Congregational  Church  in 
Haverhill,  which  has  been  for  generations  the  religious  home  of  an 
honored  ancestry;  that  church  whose  early  annals,  under  another  title, 
bore  the  name  of  Harriet  Atwood.  Receive  it,  sir,  as  a  symbol  of  de¬ 
votion  to  a  high  and  holy  principle.  May  it  take  its  place  upon 
these  walls  beside  the  portraits  of  other  notable  characters  whose  fame 
has  added  dignity  to  this  institution. 

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shall  gather  here  in  the  coming  years,  look  upon  the  girlish  face,  so 
faithfully  delineated  by  the  artist,  and  learn  the  touching  story  that 
it  represents,  may  they  receive  the  inspiration  set  forth  by  one  of 
our  poets,  and  say  : 

“Yet  all  may  win  the  triumphs  thou  hast  won. 

Still  flows  the  fount  whose  waters  strengthened  thee. 

The  victors’  names  are  all  too  few  to  All 

Heaven's  mighty  roll ;  the  glorious  armory 
That  ministered  to  thee,  is  open  still !  ” 

SINGING — “The  Morning  Light  is  Breaking. 

PRESENTATION  of  Mrs.  Judson’s  portrait,  by  Rev.  E 
Lexington. 

MR,  PORTER'S  ADDRESS, 


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Mr.  President  and  Friends  : 

The  young  ladies  of  the  Academy,  who  present  the  portrait  of  Mrs. 
Judson,  have  assigned  to  me  the  honor  of  speaking  in  their  behalf, 
with  the  request  that  some  delineation  of  the  life  and  character  of 
this  remarkable  woman  might  be  given  on  this  occasion. 

Ann  Hasseltine  Judson  was  the  daughter  of  John  and  Rebecca 
Hasseltine,  and  was  born  in  Bradford,  Dec.  22,  1789,  four  years 
before  Harriet  Newell,  and  seven  years  before  Rufus  Anderson.  It 
is  interesting  to  remember  that  only  a  few  weeks  before  her  birth, 
General  Washington  passed  through  .Haverhill  and  Bradford  on  his 
famous  tour  through  New  England  in  the  first  year  of  his  administra¬ 
tion  as  President  of  the  United  States. 

Ann,  or  Nancy  Hasseltine,  as  she  was  originally  called,  was  one 
of  seven  children,  and  the  youngest  of  four  daughters.  The  sons 
died  in  youth  or  early  manhood,  but  the  daughters  who  were  all  ed¬ 
ucated  at  this  Academy,  lived  to  be  distinguished  women  in  the 
various  stations  in  life  to  which  they  were  called.  The  eldest,  Re¬ 
becca,  married  the  Rev.  Joseph  Emerson  of  Beverly,  afterwards  with 
his  wife  in  charge  of  the  well  known  school  at  Byfield,  where  Mary 
Lyon  was  trained.  The  second,  Mary,  was  also  a  successful  teacher, 
though  preferring  a  retired  life.  Always  the  most  delicate  member 
of  the  family  in  health,  she  yet  outlived  them  all,  and  was  known  to 
many  of  us  as  a  highly  accomplished  and  refined  woman.  The  next 
in  order  was  Abigail,  the  beloved  and  honored  preceptress  of  this  in¬ 
stitution  for  many  happy  years,  whose  genial  face  looks  down  upon 


us  from  yonder  portrait,  as  if  in  grateful  recognition  of  the  gifts  which 
bring  again  to  her  side  these  beloved  companions  of  her  youth.  The 
fourth  was  our  subject,  Ann,  the  brilliant  girl,  the  noble  woman,  the 
devoted  missionary,  whose  portrait  is  now  unveiled  before  us. 

Surely  here  is  honor  enough  for  one  family  !  Four  such  daughters 
shed  lustre  upon  the  name  of  Hasseltine,  upon  the  school  which  nur¬ 
tured  them,  and  upon  the  town  which  they  delighted  to  call  their 
home. 

With  the  others,  Ann  passed  her  childhood  on  this  hill  under  the 
inspiring  influences  of  the  natural  features  of  the  place  which  have 
since  become  dear  to  so  many.  She  was  one  of  the  early  pupils  of 
the  Academy,  and  was  held  in  high  esteem  as  a  gifted  and  industri¬ 
ous  scholar.  Her  associates  found  her  an  open-hearted,  sincere  and 
spirited  companion,  ever  ready  to  engage  in  the  recreations  as  well 
as  in  the  studies  of  the  school.  One  of  her  classmates  speaks  of  her 
“cheerful  countenance,  her  sweet  smile,  her  happy  disposition,  her 
keen  wit,  her  lively  conduct,”  which  made  her  a  great  favorite  among 
her  companions. 

She  says  herself,  in  one  of  her  private  journals,  that  her  life  at  this 
period  was  far  too  gay  and  careless  ;  and  her  conscience  reproached 
her  for  neglecting  many  duties  which  she  had  been  taught  to  per¬ 
form. 

The  first  occasion  of  serious  reflection  appears  to  have  been  one 
Sunday  morning,  when  she  was  about  fifteen  years  of  age.  Just  be¬ 
fore  going  to  church  she  accidentally  took  up  Hannah  More’s  work  on 
Female  Education,  and  the  first  words  that  caught  her  eye  were  : 
“She  that  liveth  in  pleasure  is  dead  while  she  liveth ”  These  words, 
which  were  printed  in  italics,  struck  her,  she  says,  to  the  heart.  She 
paused  for  a  few  moments,  and  felt  that  she  would  like  to  lead  a  dif¬ 
ferent  life,  but  then  she  thought  th&t  the  words  might  not  apply  to 
her,  and  so  she  concluded  to  think  no  more  about  them.  A  few 
months  later  she  read  the  Pilgrim’s  Progress,  and  became  much  inter¬ 
ested  in  the  story,  so  much  so,  indeed,  that  she  resolved  to  begin  a 
religious  life  ;  but  various  hindrances  of  a  social  nature  intervened, 
and  it  was  not  until  the  next  year,  1806,  that  she  experienced  that 
radical  change  of  heart  which  brought  her  to  the  Savior’s  feet.  I  do 
not  remember  ever  to  have  read  a  more  thorough  and  convincing  ac¬ 
count  of  the  emotions  of  the  soul  in  turning  to  God  than  that  which 


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Miss  Hassoltine  has  given  in  the  pages  of  her  journal,  so  full  and  so 
profound.  Out  of  the  darkness  she  came  at  last  into  the  light,  the 
light  of  the  cross.  Her  torturing  load  of  fears  was  gone,  and  gone 
forever  ;  and  she  found  peace  and  even  rapture  in  the  contemplation 
of  the  Savior  who  had  taken  away  her  sin. 

The  quality  of  her  mind  may  be  inferred  from  the  character  of  the 
books  which  she  read  at  this  period  with  the  greatest  eagerness.  The 
Scriptures,  with  such  commentaries  as  Guise,  Orton  and  Scott  were 
her  daily  stud}^ ;  and  Edwards,  Hopkins,  Bellamy  and  Doddridge, 
became  her  favorite  authors. 

On  the  14th  of  September,  1806,  she,  with  one  of  her  sisters  united 
with  the  church  in  this  town,  then  under  ministry  of  the  Rev.  Jona¬ 
than  Allen.  The  other  sisters  joined  the  following  year,  a 
wide-spread  interest  in  religion  having  been  awakened  under  the 
earnest  and  helpful  guidance  of  the  principal,  Mr.  Burnham,  a  gradu¬ 
ate  of  Dartmouth,  and  afterwards  for  nearly  half  a  century,  the  hon¬ 
ored  pastor  of  the  church  in  Pembroke,  N.  H. 

After  leaving  the  Academy,  Miss  Hasseltine  became  a  teacher  in 
Haverhill,  Salem  and  Newbury,  but  the  event  which  determined  her 
future  life  was  her  meeting  with  Mr.  Judson,  during  the  sessions  of 
the  Massachusetts  Association  at  Bradford,  in  June,  1810.  Young 
Judson  was  a  graduate  of  Brown,  and  had  already  taught  school  and 
published  two  text  books,  a  grammar  and  an  arithmetic.  He  was 
now  in  the  last  year  of  his  studies  at  Andover,  and  his  mind  had  be¬ 
come  seriously  occupied  with  a  plan  to  carry  the  gospel  to  the  heathen. 
At  that  time  there  was  no  organization  in  this  country  to  support 
foreign  missions,  but  the  honor  of  instituting  one  fell  upon  Bradford 
at  this  memorable  meeting  of  the  General  Association,  when  in  re¬ 
spouse  to  an  appeal  from  four  of  the  Andover  students— Judson,  Nott, 
Mills  and  Newell — an  organization  was  effected  which  soon  took  the 
name  of  the  American  Board  of  Commissioners  for  Foreign  Missions, 
a  name  which  has  since  been  carried  into  every  quarter  of  the  globe 
with  the  banner  of  the  cross  unfurled  before  the  eyes  of  perishing 
millions. 

The  deliberations  continued  several  days,  during  which  the  mem¬ 
bers  were  tiie  guests  of  the  people  of  Bradford.  Of  course  the  hos¬ 
pitable  home  of  Deacon  Hasseltine  would  receive  its  share;  and  we 
are  not  surprised  to  find  Mr.  Judson  there  one  day  at  dinner  with 


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some  of  the  ministers.  It  is  related  that  the  youngest  daughter,  Ann, 
was  waiting  on  the  table,  according  to  the  old  New  England  custom. 
Her  attention  was  naturally  drawn  to  the  young  student,  whose  bold 
missionary  projects  were  making  such  a  stir;  and  his  attention,  it 
seems,  was  somewhat  diverted  from  his  plate,  although  the  fair  attend¬ 
ant  little  imagined  that  she  had  woven  her  spell  about  his  young  heart, 
and  that  he  was  at  that  very  time  composing  a  graceful  sonnet  in  her 
praise.  The  acquaintance  thus  formed  soon  ripened  into  a  mutual 
attachment,  and  led  to  an  offer  of  marriage.  To  decide  this  question 
must  have  been,  with  her,  no  easy  matter,  for  it  involved  the  necessity 
of  exile  from  home  and  country,  and  the  probability  of  great  suffer¬ 
ings  in  unknown  lands  beyond  the  sea.  We  do  not  wonder  that  she 
hesitated.  Her  education,  her  temperament,  her  social  affinities,  all 
qualified  her  to  fill  some  place  of  honor  and  usefulness  at  home.  No 
missionary  had  yet  gone  from  this  country  into  foreign  parts,  and  no 
woman  had  thought  of  it,  except  perhaps  Harriet  Atwood,  to  whom 
the  same  grave  question  was  at  this  time  submitted.  No  one  dared 
advise  her  to  go,  such  were  the  uncertainties  of  the  enterprise  ;  and 
yet  no  one  could  persuade  her  to  stay,  so  great  was  the  fascination 
which  the  work  had  for  her.  It  cannot  be  said  that  her  decision  was 
the  result  of  a  romantic  or  adventurous  spirit,  for  both  she  and  Mr. 
Judson  had  calmly  and  deliberately  estimated  the  difficulties  and 
perils  that  were  before  them  This  appears  in  his  manly  letter  to  her 
parents,  asking  for  their  consent  to  the  marriage.  When  the  matter 
was  finally  decided,  there  was  on  her  part  no  misgiving,  no  regret. 
“I  am  not  only  willing.’’  she  writes  in  her  journal,  ‘  to  spend  my 
days  among  the  heathen,  in  attempting  to  enlighten  and  save  them 
but  I  find  much  pleasure  in  the  prospect.  Yes  I  think  I  would  rather 
go  to  India,  notwithstanding  the  almost  insurmountable  difficulties 
in  the  way,  than  to  stay  at  home  and  enjoy  the  comforts  and  luxuries 
of  life.  *  *  “Behold  the  handmaid  of  the  Lord:  be  it  unto 

me  according  to  thy  word.'” 

They  were  married  on  the  5th  of  February,  1812,  by  Mr.  Allen,  who 
also  preached  a  sermon  on  the  occasion,  from  John  XI  :  52,  tenderly 
addressing  the  young  missionaries  as  “my  dear  children  ”  and  closing 
the  service  with  an  original  hymn  of  his  own  which  was  sung  by 
the  large  congregation.  The  first  stanza  will  show  us  the  charac¬ 
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Go,  and  preach  in  heathen  lands ; 

Publish  loud  to  every  nation 

What  the  Lord  of  Life  commands. 

Go,  ye  sisters,  their  companions, 

Soothe  their  cares,  and  wipe  their  tears, 

Angels  shall  in  bright  battalions 

Guide  your  steps  and  guard  your  fears. 

Mr.  Newell  and  Miss  Atwood  were  present  on  this  occasion,  and 
were  married  four  days  later.  On  the  6th  of  February,  the  ordina¬ 
tion  took  place  in  the  Tabernacle  Church  at  Salem,  and  on  the  19th, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Judson,  and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Newell  embarked  in  the 
brig  Caravan,  bound  for  Calcutta. 

Their  chosen  work  was  before  them,  beckoning  them  on  with  its 
animating  promise  ;  and  their  hearts  were  set  upon  it  more  and  more, 
but  the  parting  was  an  ordeal  of  peculiar  sadness,  because  they  ex¬ 
pected  never  to  return  ;  “My  heart  bleeds  ”  writes  Mrs.  Judson  in 
her  journal  that  night,  after  taking  leave  of  her  friends.  “0,  Ameri¬ 
ca,  my  native  land,  must  I  leave  thee  ?  must  I  leave  my  parents,  my 
sisters  and  brother,  my  friends  beloved,  and  all  the  scenes  of  my  early 
youth  ?  must  I  leave  thee,  Bradford,  my  dear  native  town,  where  I 
spent  the  pleasant  years  of  childhood  ;  where  I  learned  to  lisp  the 
name  of  mother  ;  where  my  infant  mind  first  began  to  expand  ;  where 
I  first  entered  the  field  of  science  ;  where  I  learned  the  endearments 
of  friendship,  and  tasted  of  all  the  happiness  this  world  can  afford; 
where  I  learned  also  to  value  a  Saviour’s  blood,  and  to  count  all 
things  but  loss  in  comparison  with  the  knowledge  of  Him.  *  * 

“Farewell,  happy,  happy  scenes,  but  never,  no,  never  to  be  for¬ 
gotten.” 

After  a  voyage  of  four  months,  they  arrived  in  Calcutta  where  they 
were  cordially  welcomed  by  Dr.  Cary,  who  invited  them  to  the  Eng¬ 
lish  Baptist  Mission  at  Serampore,  a  few  miles  up  the  river.  While 
there,  they  were  led  to  adopt  Baptist  principles,  an  event  which 
providentially  resulted  in  the  establishment  of  the  Burman  Mission, 
and  an  appeal  to  the  Baptist  Churches  in  America  to  form  an  organ¬ 
ization  for  the  support  of  Foreign  Missions.  The  policy  of  the  East 
India  Company  was  at  that  time  hostile  to  missionary  operations,  and 
our  friends  were  peremptorily  ordered  to  leave  the  country.  The 
Newells  went  first,  and  after  many  vexatious  delays,  the  Judsons 
arrived  at  the  Isle  of  France,  only  to  receive  the  startling  tidings  of 


the  death  of  Mrs.  Newell  a  few  weeks  before.  “0  what  news  what 
distressing  news  ! ”  writes  Mrs.  Judson.  “Harriet  is  dead.  Harriet 
my  dear  friend,  my  earliest  associate  in  the  mission  is  no  more.  0 
death  !  *  *  Could  not  this  infant  mission  be  shielded 

from  thy  shaft  ?  But  thou  hast  only  executed  the  commission  of  a 
higher  power.  *  *  Thou  wast  sent  by  a  kind  Father 

to  release  His  child  from  toil  and  pain.  Be  still,  then,  my  heart,  and 
know  that  God  hath  done  it.” 

The  hostility  of  the  government  followed  them  here,  and  they 
sailed  for  Madras,  where  however,  they  were  doomed  to  fresh  disap¬ 
pointment  ;  and  finding  no  vessel  bound  for  any  other  place,  they 
took  an  unseaworthy  craft  for  Rangoon,  the  chief  port  of  Burmah, 
thirty  miles  from  the  sea,  on  one  of  the  outlets  of  the  Irrawaddy.  The 
health  of  Mrs.  Judson  had  suffered  from  such  constant  changes  and 
hardships,  so  that  she  was  scarcely  able  to  land.  She  was  borne 
upon  the  shoulders  of  the  natives,  and  as  they  passed  along,  crowds 
of  people  gathered  from  curiosity  to  see  this  strange  looking  white 
woman  in  European  dress. 

Here  at  last  they  found  a  resting  place  where  they  were  permitted 
to  stay.  But  their  real  difficulties  were  only  just  begun.  How 
could  they  attempt  to  evangelize  a  people  whose  language  they  knew 
nothing  of?  And  how  were  they  to  learn  it  ?  There  was  no  gram¬ 
mar,  no  dictionary,  and  not  even  an  interpreter  to  help  them.  But 
they  had  not  come  across  the  seas  at  such  a  sacrifice,  and  on  such  an 
errand  to  be  thwarted  by  obstacles  which  courage  and  perseverance 
might  overcome  And  so  they  bravely  grappled  with  the  difficulty, 
and  at  last  they  conquered  it.  It  took  them  three  long  years  to  do 
it,  but  they  were  rewarded  for  their  pains  an  hundred  fold  in  the  oral 
message,  the  Christian  literature,  and  the  sacred  Scriptures  which 
they  were  afterwards  able  to  give  to  the  Empire  of  Burmah. 

In  1815,  their  second  child  was  born,  and  honored  with  the  name  of 
Roger  Williams.  Their  first  child  slept  beneath  the  waters  of  the 
Bay  of  Bengal,  a  victim  of  the  intolerance  of  the  East  India  Company 
which  drove  the  missionaries  away  from  the  soil  of  India.  And  now 
after  a  short  life  of  eight  months,  the  little  blue-eyed  Roger  sickened 
and  died,  and  was  buried  in  the  gardeu  of  the  mission.  The  wife  of 
the  Viceroy,  hearing  of  the  death  of  the  child,  came  to  pay  its 
mother  a  visit  of  condolence,  accompanied  by  her  officers  of 


state,  and  attendants,  in  all  about  two  hundred  persons.  An  oppor¬ 
tunity  was  thus  afforded,  even  by  this  sad  bereavement,  to  cultivate 
a  more  intimate  acquaintance  with  the  Burman  people.  The  Viceroy 
also  showed  a  kindly  spirit  by  sending  the  missionaries  an  elephant, 
occasionally,  to  accompany  them  in  their  excursions. 

Mr.  Judson  commenced  preaching  in  1819,  in  a  building  erected 
for  the  purpose,  called  a  Zayat.  Shortly  after,  the  first  Burman  con¬ 
vert  was  baptized,  and  a  few  months  later,  two  others.  Thus  after 
a  wearisome  labor  of  six  years  in  preparing  the  foundations,  the 
first  living  stones  were  at  last  laid  for  the  spiritual  temple  which  was 
to  be  erected  to  the  glory  of  God  in  that  heathen  land. 

In  all  the  work  of  the  mission,  Mrs.  Judson  was  a  genuine  help¬ 
meet  to  her  husband.  She  not  only  managed  the  domestic  affairs  of 
the  home,  but  she  taught  the  Burmese  women  and  children,  besides 
writing  tracts,  and  assisting  in  the  translation  of  the  Bible,  being  her- 
self  an  apt  scholar  in  the  language,  and  commanding  her  time  with 
marvellous  ability  and  wisdom. 

These  exhausting  labors,  however,  proved  too  much  for  her  health, 
and  she  was  advised  to  visit  India  for  a  change.  Mr.  Judson  accom¬ 
panied  her,  and  several  months  were  spent  at  Serampore,  where  the 
kindness  of  friends,  and  the  much-needed  rest  secured  such  beneficial 
results,  that  they  returned  to  Rangoon  with  new  hope.  It  was  not 
long  however,  before  they  were  both  attacked  by  a  violent  fever, 
which  left  Mrs.  Judson  in  such  a  precarious  condition  that  it  was 
deemed  necessary  for  her  to  have  an  entire  change  of  climate.  Ac¬ 
cordingly  it  was  arranged  that  she  should  visit  America;  and  for 
this  purpose  she  sailed  for  Calcutta,  where  some  English  friends  offer¬ 
ed  her  a  free  passage  to  England.  The  voyage  proved  advantageous, 
and  on  her  arrival  she  was  hospitably  received  in  London,  as  the 
guest  of  Joseph  Butterworth,  Esq.,  M.  P.,  at  whose  house  she  met 
many  distinguished  Christians  and  philanthropists,  including  Wil- 
berforce.  Babington  and  Sumner,  the  chaplain  to  George  IV,  who  had 
just  come  to  the  throne.  She  afterwards  visited  Cheltenham  for  the 
sake  of  the  waters,  and  then  accepted  pressing  invitations  from 
friends  in  Scotland,  to  whom  she  became  sincerely  attached  through 
their  social  courtesies  and  valuable  gifts. 

In  August,  1822,  she  embarked  for  America,  several  Liverpool  ladies 
defraying  the  expense  of  her  passage,  and  escorting  her  some  distance 


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farther  south.  A  brother  of  Mr.  Judson  was  at  that  time  a  physician 


j;|  medical  treatment.  Excluding  herself  from  society  almost  alto- 
to  gether,  she  followed  with  scrupulous  care  the  orders  ofher  physician, 


h  giving  her  leisure  time  to  her  extensive  correspondence  and  to  the 
b  preparation  of  a  History  of  the  Burman  Mission,  which  was  soon 
d  after  published  both  in  this  country  and  in  England.  Dr.  Wavland. 


United  States,  has  thus  described  her:  “I  do  not  remember 


fe  intellect,  large  powers  of  comprehension,  and  intuitive  female  sagaci¬ 
ty  ty,  *  *  she  added  that  heroic  disinterestedness  which  naturally 

;j  loses  all  consciousness  of  self  in  the  prosecution  of  a  great  object. 
H  These  elements,  however,  were  all  held  in  reseiwe  and  were  hidden 
to  from  public  view  by  a  veil  of  unusual  feminine  delicacy.  *  *  * 

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When  I  saw  her,  her  complexion  bore  that  sallow  hue  which  coin- 
|:|  monly  follows  residence  in  the  East  Indies.  As  she  found  herself 
1;)  among  friends  who  were  interested  in  the  Burman  Mission,  her  re- 
b;  serve  melted  away,  her  eye  kindled,  every  feature  was  lighted  up 

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to  of  the  most  fascinating  of  women.’7  It  may  not  be  generally  known 

that  during  her  residence  in  Rangoon,  Mrs.  Judson  adopted  the  Bur- 

to;  mese  dress.  Her  figure,  which  was  of  medium  weight,  is  said  to 

y  have  appeared  much  taller  and  more  commanding  in  the  oriental 

to  costume,  and  her  rich  Spanish  complexion  lent  it  an  additional  charm. 

Her  dark  curls  were  straightened  and  drawn  back  from  her  forehead, 

J*’  and  a  fragrant  cocoa-blossom  would  often  drop  like  a  white  plume 

to  from  the  knot  upon  the  crown.  Her  saffron  vest,  when  thrown  open 

to  would  reveal  the  folds  of  crimson  beneath  ;  and  the  rich  silk  skirt, 
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wrapped  about  her  fine  figure,  parted  at  the  ankle  and  sloped  grace¬ 
fully  back  upon  the  floor. 

It  was  during  her  visit  in  this  country  that  the  distinguished  artist 
Rembrandt  Peale  painted  her  portrait,  now  in  possession  of  her  niece, 
Miss  Rebecca  E.  Hasseltine  of  St.  Augustine,  Florida,  who  has  kind¬ 
ly  consented  to  its  removal  to  Boston  in  order  that  a  copy  for  this 
institution  might  I  e  made  by  Miss  Bartlett,  whose  success  has  de¬ 
lighted  all  of  us  to  day.  The  face  of  Mrs.  Judson,  as  represented  in 
this  portrait,  is  one  which  will  not  soon  be  forgotten,  combining  as  it 
does  in  an  unusual  degree,  intelligence,  character  and  grace.  We 
can  understand  the  achievements  of  a  woman  whose  purpose  is  so 
evidently  present  in  these  animated  features  which  have  been  so  well 
caught  and  transmitted  to  us  upon  the  canvas  Nor  is  the  picture 
any  the  less  interesting  because  of  its  quaint  dress,  and  the  accom¬ 
panying  palm  leaf  fittingly  inscribed  with  Burman  characters.  This 
Academy  is  richer  than  ever,  now  that  it  has  upon  its  walls  such  a 
souvenir  of  such  a  woman. 

Mrs  Judson  sailed  from  Boston,  June  ‘21.  1823,  for  Calcutta 
and  reached  Rangoon  early  in  December,  to  find  that  war  was 
threatened  between  Burmah  and  the  Bengal  government.  Air. 
Judson  had  made  arrangements  to  remove  his  residence  to  Ava,  the 
capital,  along  distance  up  the  river,  and  soon  after  the  arrival  of  his 
wife,  they  set  out  for  their  new  home,  “not  knowing  the  things  that 
should  befall  them  there.”  Home,  indeed,  it  could  hardly  be  called, 
for  they  found  no  house  at  Ava  to  shelter  them  from  the  burning  sun 
by  day.  or  the  chilling  dews  at  night.  They  had  to  remain  in  their 
boat  until  they  could  build  for  themselves  a  small  cottage  outside  the 
town  on  the  bank  of  the  river.  Here.  Mrs.  Judson  soon  opened  a 
school  for  girls,  two  of  whom  she  named  Mary  and  Abby  Hasseltine, 
as  they  were  to  be  partially  supported  with  funds  contributed  by  the 
Judson  Association  of  Bradford  Academy. 

It  was  not  long  before  the  startling  news  came  that  the  English 
had  captured  Rangoon  with  a  large  force  and  were  advancing  toward 
the  Capital.  Suspicion  ef  treachery  rested  upon  the  few  foreigners 
living  at  Ava.  and  an  order  was  issued  for  their  arrest.  Mr.  Judson 
was  seized  at  dinner,  thrown  upon  the  floor,  bound  with  strong  cords 
and  dragged  away  to  prison,  in  spite  of  the  protestations  and  en¬ 
treaties  of  hi  s  wife,  who  was  compelled  to  remain  in  her  house  under 


a  strong  guard.  At  this  juncture,  she  destroyed  all  her  letters  and 
journals,  lest  they  might  disclose  facts  which  would  be  construed 
against  her  in  the  examination  to  which  she  was  forced  to  submit. 
Hearing  that  her  husband  was  confined  in  the  ‘death  prison,’  and 
heavily  loaded  with  irons,  she  begged  permission  to  visit  him.  This 
was  for  some  time  refused,  but  at  last,  through  her  persistent  endeav¬ 
ors,  she  was  allowed  to  go  as  far  as  the  prison  gate  where  she  had  a 
brief  interview  with  him,  only  to  learn  of  the  horrors  of  the  dungeon 
in  which  he  was  confined.  And  now  all  the  resources  of  her  heroic 
nature  were  taxed  to  their  utmost  to  devise  means  for  obtaining  his 
release.  SI13  appealed  to  the  Governor  of  the  city  to  the  Queen,  to 
the  jailers  and  other  officials,  but  only  obtained  a  few  evasive  prom¬ 
ises,  which  served  little  else  than  to  keep  her  from  despair. 

Day  after  day,  and  month  after  month,  she  went  on  foot  two  miles 
to  the  prison  to  carry  some  word  of  comfort,  or  article  of  food,  re¬ 
turning  alone,  often  late  in  the  evening,  worn  out  with  fatigue  and 
anxiety.  The  only  mitigation  she  could  gain  was  the  temporary  re¬ 
moval  of  her  husband  to  a  bamboo  hut  in  the  prison  yard,  where  she 
could  minister  to  his  necessities.  “The  acme  of  my  distress,”  she 
wrote,  ‘  consisted  in  the  awful  uncertainty  of  our  final  fate.  My  pre¬ 
vailing  opinion  was  that  my  husband  would  suffer  violent  death  and 
that  I  should  of  course  become  a  slave,  and  languish  out  a  miserable 
though  short  existence,  in  the  tyrannic  hands  of  some  unfeeling 
master.” 

But  the  worst  was  yet  to  come.  When  the  hot  season  set  in,  the 
foul  atmosphere  of  the  prison  was  insupportable.  Several  of  the 
prisoners  died,  and  Mr.  Judson  was  seized  with  a  fever.  Just  then 
they  were  ordered  away  from  Ava  to  another  prison  near  Amarapoora. 
Stripped  of  nearly  all  their  clothing,  they  were  driven  on  foot  with¬ 
out  hat  or  shoes  under  the  burning  sun,  until  their  backs  were 
scorched  and  their  feet  blistered  and  bleeding.  Airs.  Judson,  on 
hearing  of  their  departure,  ran  from  street  to  street  to  learn  in  what 
direction  they  had  gone.  As  soon  as  she  ascertained,  she  appealed 
to  the  Governor  for  permission  to  follow,  and  started  early  the  next 
morning  carrying  in  her  arms  an 'infant  child,  born  in  the  midst  of 
these  overwhelming  sorrows.  At  night-fall  she  reached  her  husband 
and  found  him  in  chains,  utterly  helpless,  and  suffering  from  fever 
and  wounds.  Though  exhausted  herself,  she  summoned  the  feeble 


remnants  of  her  strength,  and  hastened  back  to  Ava  to  bring  their 
medicine  chest,  which  she  had  left  behind  in  her  flight.  She  returned 
with  it  only  to  fall  fainting  upon  a  mat,  from  which  she  did  not  rise 
for  two  months.  In  this  extremity,  she  was  unable  to  care  for  herself, 
her  husband  or  her  child,  and  they  must  all  have  perished  had  it  not 
been  for  a  faithful  Bengali  cook,  who  did  everything  in  his  power  to 
minister  to  their  wants. 

Such,  my  friends,  were  the  scenes  of  cruelty  and  terror  through 
which  this  brave-hearted  Bradford  woman  was  called  to  pass.  Does 
history  anywhere  show  us  an  instance  of  more  intrepid  courage  or 
unflinching  devotion?  Search  the  annals  of  Greek  or  Roman,  medi¬ 
aeval  or  modern  heroism,  and  you  will  find  no  name  worthier  to  be 
honored  upon  your  walls  than  hers.  The  late  Mrs.  Sigourney,  her¬ 
self  one  of  America’s  noblest  daughters,  was  so  moved  by  the  story 
of  Mrs.  Judson’s  life  that  she  wrote  some  admirable  lines  in  her  hon¬ 
or,  from  which  I  make  the  following  extract :  — 

“Tardy  months  pass  by, 

And  find  her  still  intrepid  at  her  post 
Of  danger,  and  of  disappointed  hope. 

Stern  sickness  smote  her,  but  she  felt  it  not, 

Heeded  it  not,  and  still  with  tireless  zeal 
Carried  the  hoarded  morsel  to  her  love ; 

Dared  the  rude  arrogance  of  savage  power 
To  plead  for  him  ;  and  bade  his  dungeon  glow 
With  her  fair  brow,  as  erst  the  angel’s  smile 
Aroused  imprisoned  Peter,  when  his  hands, 

Loos’d  from  their  chains,  were  lifted  high  in  praise.” 

As  the  victorious  English  forces  under  Sir  Archibald  Campbell, 
approached  the  Capital,  it  became  evident  that  terms  of  peace  must 
be  made  at  once,  or  the  city  would  fall  into  their  hands.  According¬ 
ly  a  royal  embassy  was  sent  to  the  camp  with  Mr.  Judson  as  inter¬ 
preter.  The  negotiations  finally  succeeded,  and  the  war  which  had 
continued  nearly  two  years,  was  terminated  by  the  Treaty  of  Yanta- 
bo,  February  24,  1826. 

Arrangements  were  at  once  made  by  the  British  commander,  for 
the  safety  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Judson  and  their  little  daughter  Maria, 
who  were  kindly  received  at  his  headquarters  and  provided  with  a 
comfortable  passage  to  Rangoon  on  a  gun  boat.  Soon  after,  they  re¬ 
moved  to  Amherst,  a  new  town  at  the  mouth  of  the  Sal  wen,  named 
in  honor  of  the  Governor  General  of  India.  Here  they  were  able  to 
rest  in  peace,  with  the  prospect  of  an  interesting  missionary  work 


under  the  protection  of  the  British  flag.  But,  alas  !  for  human  hopes. 
In  a  few  months,  Mrs.  Judson  was  seized  with  a  violent  fever  which 
her  enfeebled  constitution  was  unable  to  resist,  and  she  breathed  her 
last  on  the  24th  of  October,  1826,  at  the  early  age  of  thirty-seven  years. 
She  was  buried  near  her  home,  under  a  large  hopia  tree,  on  a  beauti¬ 
ful  green  bluff  overlooking  the  sea  ;  and  not  long  after,  her  little 
Maria  was  placed  by  her  side. 

Thus  ended  one  of  the  noblest  lives  ever  consecrated  to  the  cause 
of  missions.  To  Mrs.  Judson,  with  her  husbs.nd,  was  assigned  the 
toil  and  the  sacrifice,  the  joy  and  the  sorrow  of  planting  the  Gospel 
in  the  Burman  Empire.  She  was  permitted  to  reap  with  him,  the 
first  precious  fruits  of  that  harvest  which  has  since  been  counted  by 
thousands  of  sheaves  gathered  into  the  garner  of  the  Lord.  All 
honor  to  them  that  sow  in  tears  :  they  shall  reap  in  joy. 

To  you,  young  ladies,  and  to  those  who  come  after  you  in  this  fav¬ 
ored  school  of  learning,  we  commit  the  memory  of  this  lovely  and 
devoted  woman  whose  face  in  yonder  portrait  will  not  fail  to  inspire 
you  to  noble  deeds  when  you  remember  her  as  the  Bradford  girl,  the 
consecrated  missionary  and  the  renowned  heroine  of  Ava. 

VII.  Accepting  of  the  portraits  by  Hon.  George  Cogswell,  M.  D.,  President 
of  the  Board  of  Trustees. 

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The  Trustees  accept  for  the  Academy,  these  precious  gifts,  with 
many  thanks  to  the  donors  for  their  great  consideration,  and  with 
full  appreciation  of  the  eloquent  and  interesting  manner  of  presenta¬ 
tion.  No  poor  words  of  mine  can  add  force  to  the  words  already 
spoken  ;  nevertheless,  the  subject  is  not  exhausted,  and  the  history 
of  these  lives  will  furnish  a  theme  for  conversation  among  mankind 
so  long  as  the  cause  of  missions  shall  continue  to  be  the  cause  of  our 
Divine  Master. 

These  portraits  will  be  guarded  with  pious  care,  and  will  be  a  con¬ 
stant  reminder  to  Trustees,  teachers  and  pupils  of  devoted  piety,  un¬ 
bounded  faith  and  of  self-sacrificing  works. 

Dartmouth  College  has  a  Daniel  Webster  and  a  Rufus  Choate  ; 
Bradford  Academy  has  a  Harriet  Newell  and  an  Ann  Judson  As 
President  of  this  Academy,  I  charge  you,  Miss  Johnson,  as  its  Prin- 


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cipal,  and  as  having  the  immediate  control  of  this  hall,  to  cherish 
these  precious  gifts  with  filial  care.  As  years  roll  on,  and  new  class¬ 
es  come  to  these  halls  for  instruction,  tell  them  the  story  of  their 
lives.  My  associates,  Trustees,  will  not  soon  forget  the  majestic 
form,  the  iron  will  and  tender,  loving  heart  of  our  great  and  good 
President,  who  guided  us  so  wisely,  and  whose  bearing  is  so  well 
delineated  on  the  canvas  before  us.  He  loved  us  all,  and  trusted  us, 

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and  in  our  management  he  believed  his  much  loved  Academy  was 
safe. 

My  own  personal  relations  with  him  were  tender,  loving  and  con¬ 
fiding.  He  trusted  me  ;  I  could  not  have  betrayed  the  trust  if  I 
would.  As  I  sat  face  to  face  with  him,  looking  into  his  eye,  sucking 
in  the  words  as  they  fell  from  his  lips,  of  wisdom  and  faith — faith 
that  knew  no  doubts,  how  often  have  1  said  to  myself,  in  the  language 
of  another,  “sit  mea  anima  cum  tua May  God  grant  that  the  re¬ 
membrance  of  his  many  benedictions  and  orisons  for  this  institution 
and  for  us  all,  may  serve  to  stimulate  us  to  renewed  labors  and  sac¬ 
rifices  for  our  beloved  Academy. 

Dr.  Cogswell  remarked  that  he  had  received  several 
letters  from  friends  of  the  Academy,  expressive  of  re¬ 
gret  at  not  being  able  to  be  present.  The  following 
delightful  letter  from  Mrs.  Anderson  was  read. 

Cedar  Square,  March  8th,  1883. 

Dr.  Cogswell, — Dear  Sir  : 

Accept  my  thanks  for  your  kind  invitation 
to  be  present  at  the  interesting  service  at  the  Academy  on  the  26th 
inst.  Rut  I  have  been  shut  up  in  the  house  so  long,  1  have  lived  so 
quietly',  that  it  would  not  be  prudent  to  risk  the  exposure  of  the 
journey  at  this  season,  or  the  excitement  of  the  occasion.  1  feel  a 
deep  interest  in  everything  that  pertains  to  the  well  being  of  the 
Academy,  and  it  is  very  gratifying  that  my  dear  husband  is  remem¬ 
bered  with  so  much  affection  and  respect,  and  that  the  remembrance 
is  to  be  perpetuated  by  a  portrait  in  the  Academy  Hall.  I  am  sin¬ 
cerely  grateful  to  yourself,  and  to  all  who  have  aided  in  this  kind 
design,  and  think  it  a  happy  arrangement  that  two  early  scholars, 
who  gave  their  lives  to  missionary  work  should  be  associated  with  a 
Secretary  whose  whole  life  was  spent  in  the  same  cause,  and  who 


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gave  so  many  of  his  later  days,  and  so  much  time  and  affectionate 
interest  to  Bradford  Academy.  Most  truly  yours, 

E.  H.  Anderson. 

VIII.  DOXOLOGY. 

IX.  BENEDICTION  by  William  Barro  vs,  D.  D.,  of  Reading. 

At  the  close  of  the  exercises,  the  invited  guests  par¬ 
took  of  an  excellent  dinner,  in  company  with  the  teach¬ 
ers,  pupils  and  trustees  of  the  Academy.  The  whole 
occasion  was  one  long  to  be  remembered  in  the  history 
of  this  time-honored  school. 


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